CHRISTMAS
A Christmas Poem By Helen Steiner Rice I have a list of folks I know, all written in a book And every year when Christmas comes, I go and take a look, And that is when I realize that these names are a part Not of the book they are written in, but really from my heart For each name stands for someone who has cossed my path sometime, And in the meeting they’ve become the rhythm in each rhyme And while it sounds fantastic for me to make this claim, I really feel that I’m composed of each remembered…